Telescope
Got a funny feeling I'll be
Sleeping in a coffin for the night
Where the plants hang from the ceiling
My temperature's down, my pants are much too tight
(I'm far too comfortable with my
Sick jokes and running traffic lights)
I'll make the most of what I've got
With the spare change I'm holding in my hand
Fly over the parking lot
And onward to the dusty borderland
There's nothing left behind
And nothing left for me to find
Never known what they call 'home'
But I've got a pounding in my chest
Searching for a place to call my own
Settle down, put my lazy bones to rest
It's a tiny piece of Heaven
with a little Hell sandwiched in between
Talked about in great detail
But to this day has yet to be seen
(I know it's gonna be alright
I'll make it there if I just try)
People tell me I'm mistaken
But the truth remains my only hope
So I'm searching for an island
Only with a broken telescope
There's nothing left behind
And nothing left for me to find
I guess I'll pause and hit rewind
Never known what they call 'home'
But I've got a pounding in my chest
Searching for a place to call my own
Settle down, put my lazy bones to rest
Sleeping in a coffin for the night
Where the plants hang from the ceiling
My temperature's down, my pants are much too tight
(I'm far too comfortable with my
Sick jokes and running traffic lights)
I'll make the most of what I've got
With the spare change I'm holding in my hand
Fly over the parking lot
And onward to the dusty borderland
There's nothing left behind
And nothing left for me to find
Never known what they call 'home'
But I've got a pounding in my chest
Searching for a place to call my own
Settle down, put my lazy bones to rest
It's a tiny piece of Heaven
with a little Hell sandwiched in between
Talked about in great detail
But to this day has yet to be seen
(I know it's gonna be alright
I'll make it there if I just try)
People tell me I'm mistaken
But the truth remains my only hope
So I'm searching for an island
Only with a broken telescope
There's nothing left behind
And nothing left for me to find
I guess I'll pause and hit rewind
Never known what they call 'home'
But I've got a pounding in my chest
Searching for a place to call my own
Settle down, put my lazy bones to rest
Credits
Writer(s): Yes Junior
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